Glen of the High North

abo

hundred and ten miles. There had been much bustle and excitement ever since the steamer landed early th

window, when Frontier Samson came and sat down by his side.

" he explained. "She was mo

g, eh?" Reyn

a mix-up, an' gittin' Curly out of

as the

his own bizness. He's allus pokin' his nose

is he

rag him along with me, an'

you leave

hat made me do it. That feller ain't safe runnin' at large, a

have undertaken a big t

off to some Penitentiary. That's the right place for the likes of him. An' he'll la

him. Above towered the peaks of the White Pass Range, grand and majestic. Away to the left, and far above, could be seen the railway t

here?" he aske

ing that'll make ye wonder. Guess thar's nuthin' like it in the hull world. We'll go up three thousand feet,

le toy houses, while away beyond could be seen the blue cold waters of the

d. "It is grand, stupendous, appalling! And what

. Thar was some mighty bad accidents on this bit of road, though thar was some funny ones, t

s asked. He was intere

ler was blown high into the air. Everybody thought fer sure that thar wouldn't be a speck of him left. But strange to say, in about fifteen minutes he came down pat on his f

overspread his face as he gaze

be paid fer his week's work, he found that the company had docked him two-bits fer the fifteen

rth remembering. But, my, isn't that a wonderful sight!" And Reynolds motioned

he aisles, an' the mountains are the spires pointin' man to heaven. I tell ye, it's a great place out alone on the hills to worship. Yer not cramped thar, an' it doesn't matter what kind of clothes ye have on. It's wonderful the sights ye see an' the things ye hear. Talk

olds remarked, as he noted the intens

es ye years to find it out. Yet, it doesn't altogether satisfy the soul, although it helps. Thar's something within a man that needs m

as she stepped aboard but a few minutes before it left the coast. She had passed close to where he was standing, carrying a grip in her hand. He had caught sight of the leather tag fastened to the handle of the grip, and had strained his eyes in a futi

hotel register. He stood by her side and watched her write. It was a firm sun-browned hand that held the pen, and she wrote in a rapid business-like way. "Glen Weston" were the only words Reynolds saw there as he wrote his own name a minute later below hers. She had not even me

vening. He liked it, and it suited her admirably, so he thought. But

aces, abounding in desperate characters, ready to shoot on the slightest provocation. But here all was order, and it was little different from one of the many small conventional towns in Eastern Canada. There were several up-to-date stores, a large post office, bank, churches, and comfortable

Crests, and skims along the horizon, thus illuminating the western sky, and holding back the heavy draperies of night. The light on the far-off ranges and the

way between its steep banks, and faded from view amidst its setting of dark firs and jack-pines; around rose the mountains, their great sides either bathed in the glow of evening, or lying sombre and grim, telling

, even from Frontier Samson. What had become of the prospector, he wondered, as he had not seen him since his arrival in town. And where was Glen? He had followed her this far, and was he to lose her after all? She had aroused him to action, and caused him to take this long and apparently foolish journey. But he had not spoken a word to her, and so far as he knew she was totally unaware of his existence. He smiled at the thought, and wondered what his friend, the editor, would say if he knew o

sure I was not like this before the war. But here I am now dazzled and mystified by a fair face, a pair of sparkling

river. He walked slower now, much interested in the quaint log houses, with here and there a miner's or a prospector's tent. Presently he saw before him a large building, with galvani

r a while near the door watching the games. No one paid any attention to him, and from what he observed there were others like himself, strangers, who found the time hanging heavily on their hands, and had dropped into the place for the sake of companionsh

going on in the main part of the building. Reynolds presently joined them, and he was greatly surprised at the size of t

nner. He learned from a man standing by his side that this building belonged to a tow

tain now that Glen was the girl mentioned by Curly on the steamer in his conversation with Frontier Samson. He had found her, and was it to her liking? he wondered. He recalled her pale face and agitated manner as Curly boarded the vessel along the coast. Was he the cause of her distress, or was it someone

und as if fearful lest someone should overhear what was being said. At length, however, as she glanced to her right, her face brightened, and the light of joy leaped into her eyes. Reynolds also turned his head, and he was surprised to see, standing not far away, a tall and powerfully-built Indian. Where he had come from Reynolds had not the least idea, but there he was, clad in a soft buckskin suit, motionle